Xiao Feng noticed something unusual at the moment he turned around to go back inside the house; he saw something reflecting light above the iron tree.
He stopped in his tracks and looked from various angles.
Directly, from the side, with the corner of his eye—he almost used his bladder to see it.
But after looking for a long time, he still couldn't see any reflection.
"Could it be that I saw it wrong?" Xiao Feng muttered softly.
With a mindset of trying it out, he bent down to pick up a stone just small enough to fit in his palm, aimed at the iron tree, and threw it, deliberately throwing it high to hit about half a meter below the top.
Anyway, according to Old Donkey, it wouldn't matter if you chopped it with a knife or smashed it with a hammer, so throwing a stone wouldn't cause any big...
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
"Pa pa pa pa pa!"
Seeing the stone turned to powder and scattered in the wind before it hit the ground, Xiao Feng was completely dumbfounded.
